Chapter 87: Shadows Over Cambridgeport
The room was dim, heavy with the scent of incense and sorrow. Bayo sat motionless, his eyes fixed on a point beyond the walls, beyond the present. Across from him, Adeola waited, her patience a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions swirling within her. The silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the soft ticking of an old clock on the mantle.
Bayo's fingers absently traced the pattern of his fading black bead wristband, a reminder of the supernatural burden he carried. His voice, when it finally broke the silence, was rough with unshed tears. "Adeola," he began, then paused, swallowing hard. "I... I need your help."
Adeola leaned forward, her eyes searching Bayo's face. She nodded, encouraging him to continue.